Date: Tue, 4 Sep 2007 21:05:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff
Subject: Playing Ball (Part 2)
Read the disclaimers from Part 1 - no need to be repetitive here! Write to
me!
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Playing Ball (Part 2)
Smokin' in the Boys Room
History class is the most boring fucking hour of my school day. Mr. Jenkins
can talk longer and say less than any human being I've ever met! The only
two things that keep me awake through it all are thinking about baseball
practice after class and the sight of my new pal Sean sitting directly
across from me.
It had only been two days since our encounter in the showers and we'd
gotten to know each other pretty well, eating lunch with the same group,
grabbing a coke between classes, and eying each other during class. Turns
out that, in addition to being about the sexiest guy I've ever met, he's
pretty smart and a lot of fun to hang out with!
Indian Summer was making itself felt in Texas, with hot days and cool
nights, so we were allowed to wear our "school uniform" shorts to
class. Most of us passed on the offer, as they made us look like little
Catholic postmen!
But Sean had chosen to wear his. I was glad; his long muscled legs kept me
entertained during class. His firm tanned skin looked almost hairless until
you got close enough to see the thick blond fur running in swirls, emerging
from his tan shorts and tucking inside his white high-tops.
As old man Jenkins droned on about the Magna Carta, I lost myself in
thoughts about Sean and me in the showers on Tuesday. My cock grew
uncomfortable as my khakis tightened at the crotch, pinching my shaft in
the starched creases. Reaching down discreetly, I pulled my pole to the
side and left my hand in place to run my fingernails across the sensitive
head.
My eyes went back to Sean's legs as my evil little mind plotted the things
I was going to do with him when he spent the night at my house on
Friday. Feeling me looking, he glanced in my direction and we grinned at
each other from across the aisle. His eyes dropped down to my crotch and
saw my fingers running across my hard cock.
Mimicking my actions, he reached below the writing surface of his desk and
cupped his filling crotch, massaging his balls with his fingers. I could
see his hard shaft tunneling a path under the cloth, lengthening and
pushing the fabric up.
We began a discreet game of "keep away" - from Mr. Jenkins! Our hands were
busy with our dicks as we both grinned and stifled our laughter. Innocent
enough, I guess; just a couple of boys playing a little pocket-pool. But
the idea that there were students all around us (albeit in varying states
of coma from the lecture) added a sense of excitement to our innocent
little game.
Mr. Jenkins was making some no-doubt thrilling point about Pope Innocent
III as my fingernail massage grew into a full-fledged case of self
abuse. My shaft throbbed in tune to my increasing heart beat as I focused
on the soft hair of Sean's legs and imagined running my hands across that
muscled flesh.
He seemed to be doing pretty well himself as his zipper strained to contain
the steely pole threatening to break through! Reaching under his shaft,
Sean pulled his cock upward and closed his fist most of the way around his
meat, massaging himself in rough strokes through the cloth. His embarrassed
grin widened as his eyes caught mine and we both looked around to see if
anyone had caught onto our game.
No one had, and the heat was on! Pushing my cock hard into the warm skin
between my legs, I felt the soft head slide across my groin in a pool of
pre-cum. Drawing my dick sideways, I stroked the head against the smooth
flesh of my inner thigh and flushed with excitement.
Sean released a loud involuntary moan of pleasure as Mr. Jenkins extolled
the virtues of a reigned-in monarchy (I'd never realized my buddy was so
passionate about that subject). Quickly placing his hands back on his desk
and leaning forward to conceal the tent in his shorts, he worked to replace
his stifled giggle with a studious face as a couple of our classmates
grinned in his direction.
Just when I thought my cock would surely explode, our teacher concluded his
compelling lecture and did the unthinkable. He dismissed class a good five
minutes early!
Jumping up from my desk and covering my bulging crotch with my books (as
did about half the guys in class every time they got up!) I leaned over
Sean's desk and whispered urgently.
"Boy's Room, you fucker - NOW!"
Sean grinned and slid his legs out of the desk, covering his crotch as I
spied a large wet spot close to his pocket. Man, I love a long leaky dick!
We rushed toward the Boys room while trying not to seem too obvious.
Luckily, given that it was the last class of the day and we were out early,
we had the room to ourselves. Laughing like a couple of idiots, I shoved my
teammate into the large stall in the corner.
Tearing at our zippers, we dropped our pants in record time.
"Shit, Jeff! Don't EVER fucking do that again, man! You are gonna SO get us
nailed getting me that hard in the middle of class!"
"Didn't see you complaining, shithead!" I joked "Now hand me that cock!"
I pushed Sean down onto the toilet and examined his rigid pole. In my
judgment it was in need of a good cleaning and I was just the man for the
job! I stuck my tongue out and leered up at Sean's face like a smartass
little kid. Keeping my fleshy tongue obscenely extended, I lowered my face
to his crotch and slurped the ball juice off the tip of his cock.
Licking in fat strokes, I cleaned every last drop of the oily nectar from
his base to his head. Sean leaned back against the cold steel pipes and
spread his legs as wide as they would go, moaning in rhythm to my strokes.
I ran my hands through the thick blond fur and caressed his calves with my
fingers. His legs shook as my hands found his ball sack and lifted his
heavy nuts to my mouth. With both his balls cupped in the palm of my hand,
I nuzzled the flesh with my lips and felt the nuggets slide along my
tongue.
Releasing his nuts, I brought my face up and plunged onto Sean's hard
shaft, engulfing his hot pole down to his soft blond pubes. My buddy
grunted and pushed his crotch up to hammer my face. His smooth abdomen
pressed against my forehead as he bottomed his rock hard cock down my
throat. Smooth balls rolled under my chin and drew up tight against his
groin.
I pulled off quickly, trying to delay his orgasm for one more minute. Too
late, though, a thick blast of cum splattered against my cheek as I dove
back into his crotch to capture the rest of his load.
"Ummff!" he grunted as his cock jerked and spewed a torrent of sweet hot
ball batter across my tongue. Driving his crotch forward, he pounded my
face, burying my nose in his hot flesh. Tremors racked his slender body as
his orgasm radiated out from his core. Creamy white cum flowed down my
throat as his spasms drained his fat balls.
Slumping back against the porcelain, Sean lay sprawled across the toilet
with his feet spread on the floor and his back pressed against the cold
steel pipes running back into the tiled wall. His face was a blank as his
eyes focused on mine.
Standing up and planting my feet on the floor between his outstretched
legs, I gathered his slick cum off my cheek and brought it down to coat my
hard leaking shaft. Fisting my cock, looking down at his sweaty torso, I
jerked in furious strokes. Feeling the signs of a mind-blowing orgasm
approach, I grunted with pleasure and took a mental picture of the hot teen
spread out before me.
The slime from my own cock mixed with the Sean-juice I'd wiped off my
cheek, making a loud snapping sound as I fisted myself. Weakly, my teammate
reached up with one hand and cupped my swaying balls, massaging them gently
as I worked to tear my cock out by its roots.
With a loud grunt my legs seized and I gripped my dick tightly as a flood
of cum rocketed out the shaft, hitting Sean squarely in the chest, leaving
a long white streak on the navy blue of his uniform shirt. My knees buckled
as I pushed my pole down to aim away from his clothing. Cum shot out in
waves, the hard spurts turning to dribbles as white cream dripped from my
cock head to form pools on his muscled legs.
Exhausted, I leaned against the stall wall and grinned down at my
cum-streaked buddy. Another mental photo was taken for future jerk-off
sessions!
I sank to my knees to clean the white slime off Sean's legs. Thick blonde
fur matted against tanned skin as I flattened my tongue on his hot flesh
and slurped my seed back into my body. Carefully scrubbing him clean, I
lifted his balls and captured a small rivulet of juice trying to make its
getaway between his smooth thighs.
Looking up, I noted the Lewinski-style evidence left on Sean's uniform
shirt.
"Fuck, Sean, look at your shirt! How the hell are you going to explain
that?"
Grinning, Sean pulled the slimy cloth up from his chest and sucked up the
deposit I'd left.
"Guess it's a good thing I wore a T-shirt!" he said as he unbuttoned the
soiled garment. "I can rinse it out when I get home and get extra
brownie-points from Mom for trying to avoid a stain!"
A plan in place, we pulled ourselves together and headed out to practice.